You scan the dial in
hopes of the
voice fading but it only gets louder. You continue scanning and more of
the
speech comes, though this time with music attached. You realize that
Lake
Doomhole is in the middle of no where and you are actually picking a
country
station. Well, at least you think it is country, country and rap are so
similar
now a days who can really tell. Both of them are all about drinking,
bros
before hoes, and laying down the law; it’s getting rather ridiculous.

“You think so, huh?”
says a voice
from the radio. You soil yourself.

“You are real?”

“You’re damn right I’m
real!” the
voice screams. “I’m here to warn you about your trip. One of your
friends will
betray you.”

“No they won’t. I have
known them
for years.”

“Look, who are you
going to
believe, me the all knowing disembodied voice, or your experiences?” it
questions. “Well?!?”

You decide to turn the
radio off
instead of listening to this insipid line of questioning anymore.

<> “You thought
that was
going to work
didn’t you? Cute,” you soil your self again